they laugh unknowing
it shattered long ago
that thing that we care for the most
mine is broken
i know of only one who can fix it
she left long ago and she was my only comfort.
the only one who shared my pain.
alone crying in a corner
blood is all i see
but it's my own and that's what scares me the most
drowning alone... alone...
does no one care for the pretty little thing they bought long ago?
no they don't
they don't care that i'm broken.
that i'm alone left on a shelf to collect dust
but by gaining me they broke me.
but no one cares not for me.
for the broken little doll they bought long ago.
it seems they got to old for me.
funny they would hurt someone they so called loved.
monsters.
